Homelander Kill Count Novels & Stories

I knew that he would never believe her, and while I did my best to maintain my composure, the laugh that I let out was louder than I intended. “Do you really think that asshole did anything to me? Trust me, the only person who ever touched me was Anders, and he will only ever be the one to touch me.” I took two steps forward, fully stepping out from the trees. “It is funny to me how you bring that up, but you don’t mention that I killed your Beta.” A look of surprise crossed Luna Jasmine’s face. “Oh, you didn’t know that? You probably thought that Anders was the one to kill him. No. That was me. That misogynistic asshole got exactly what he had coming to him. Just like you and Lorenzo will.”

She was just like him. "I killed him," Ariela confessed and Rendall began to laugh, refusing to believe what he had said. "I'm serious. I killed Leander while he was drunk. I killed him because he planned on killing me after." "You can't kill Leander. His daughter pardoned you after she had found out you had killed her mother. There's no way you would repay her kindness by killing the only biological parent she had, right?" Rendall found it hard to believe that Ariela would kill Leander. "Leander might have punished you after knowing of your errors, but you love him, right? You can never kill him because you love him."

“You’re not Masuzyo’s Beta. I killed his Beta.” “You killed his Beta?” Luca asks. “Yes, he attacked Cathal, my son.” Luca looks from me to Dimitri. “We thought you killed him.” Dimitri shakes his head, no. “She killed four of your pack members. Does that change your intent?” he asks them. I’m not sure what he means.

2020, August 20th (Imperium, Warlanda) Kendall’s papa, Calvin Hunter, died for his cause. He believed that a Hunter should head up the table of The House of Assassins. Papa's justification for this claim went back to a change in leadership after Grandpapa Killian’s sudden death. His then number two, Duchess Madeline Dormer, took command of The House of Assassins soon afterwards.

Isabella Methlock; Sara Thornwood; Marcus Greenriver; Kira Shadowpaw; Damon Swiftheart; Elena Moonwhisper; Tomas Ironclaw; Jenara Windstone; Luke Forestborn; Aiden Nightrunner; Maya Starlight Eleven wolves who'd died so that thirty-seven could be freed. So that Manel's ritual could be stopped. So that Freedomborn could survive. The math didn't feel like victory, even though logically I knew it was. Forty-eight lives saved, eleven lost. A net positive. But that didn't help when I thought about the families grieving, the children who'd lost parents, the mates left behind. "Second-guessing yourself?" Elena's voice came from behind me.

He told me and I knitted my brows while moving my gaze on him. “As per the data of missing humans, more than 1500 orphans and homeless people vanished suddenly in the past eight months.” He added and I straightened my back in alert. “This is what I got from the authorities. The numbers can be more than this.” He was calm but serious. “How many hybrids did we kill and catch in the past three weeks?” I asked him with a serious expression. “Almost 275 hybrids were killed by us last night, and twenty are now in the lab. The number of killed hybrids can increase as the warriors are still cleaning the border,” He told me and all the lines on my forehead straightened.

100 million dollars for the entire family. By the time the shots came through both me and Robins had no idea what was happening. Still after counting to 4 I still could’t pull the trigger like I had done countlessly 700 other times before. My kill count had grown to the highest in 20 years. In 20 years, I’d killed about 35 people each year. In the first year alone, 60, the family. Lombartti. To this day no one knows who, or what cleared the entire family or why.

I could feel a weight lift off my shoulders knowing Andrius wasn’t out here killing vampires for another pack. “Okay… and from the conversation earlier, I gather some have changed. How many have been able to survive it?” I asked. I felt out of my element here, but at the same time, I needed to know. “Just one so far.” “And how many haven’t?” I whispered. “Sixty,” he answered. “Goddess,” I gasped. “Yes, every day we’re getting closer to finding out who’s behind it. Eventually, they’ll slip up.”

Alpha Cyril stepped down within six months of his mate's death, unable to manage his duties as alpha and grieve at the same time, leaving Leander in his place. And that was where my parents had gone wrong. They'd underestimated Leander. In return, Leander had taken his just revenge. I got that. I knew why he did it. I never needed him to tell me why he'd killed hundreds of people. We were at war and wars had casualties. It was as simple as that. And it was because I understood what drove his behavior that I was able to separate his two identities in my mind avenging alpha versus loving mate-and still care for him.

Surrounded by kamikaze soldiers, Lendon had died fighting valiantly. It was a dark chapter for the Handel family, driving them to ally with the Alroy family in their quest to eradicate Red Moon. “He’s not dead, Big Brother,” said Karl. “What on earth?!” The statement shook everyone present to their cores. They looked at Karl in shock. “Why’d you say something like that, Little Brother? We know he died at the hands of Red Moon, and we have proof of it!”